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Headmaster Waylan Monstrum

"If you break the rules, do not get caught. Get caught by a human, and hope that they kill you first."

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a character in “Monstrum's Asylum for Developing Monsters”, as played by Lord General

Description

Waylan Monstrum

Looks roughly 20 years of age.

Male

Immortal

Master of aberrant magic.

Will not stay dead.

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Administrator

Mystery shrouds the founding of Monstrum's asylum for developing monsters, but not as much as that which surrounds the Monstrum family itself. It is unknown whether this current century's headmaster is the same as the last, but it's best not to question a man who allegedly is as familiar with hunting monsters as he is with teaching them how not to be hunted.

So begins...

Headmaster Waylan Monstrum's Story

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Character Portrait: Shame Eclipse Character Portrait: Gohan Naudeus Character Portrait: Thomas Character Portrait: Kaen Phokus Character Portrait: Ailbhe O'Neill Character Portrait: Jodhal Character Portrait: Headmaster Waylan Monstrum Character Portrait: Irus Psomas Character Portrait: Katherine Saintlewis
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Kaen Phokus



Looking out at the assembly of students filing into the auditorium was boring and all too familiar for Kaen Phokus, as he would much rather be teaching his classes than waiting for the Headmaster to do his beginning of the year speech. There wasn't much he could do about it though so he made the best of it, sipping his tea and stroking the black cat on his shoulder named Goka. The black cat nearly blended in with his messy black hair, the only part of the cat able to be seen clearly being it's green eyes. As the speech started Kaen showed little interest as he tried to wake himself up from the nap he had just been taking in his classroom.

As the speech came to an end and the students began to either applaud, stare in horror or leave altogether Kaen turned on his heel and left to start his class. He made a stop at the office to pick up any memos or the like from his inbox and casually greeted students as he moved to unlock his classroom. He didn't seem to give a care who entered the room now, as it was first period and he had a class to begin. Combat Sparring was a rough class but luckily his classroom was only one of two rooms, the other having all the sparring equipment and mats they would need to make sure the training went well and no one got hurt too badly.

The first room was used for the academic portion of the class, outlining techniques and going over what set of workouts they were to do. Kaen was already in a basic black kimono which he wore almost all the time. Students didn't have to sign any wavers or buy any equipment for his class, but they were advised to bring their own separate clothes for the class. Kaen lounged in his chair behind his desk and leaned his head back in relaxation, his black cat crawling up to lay across his eyes and block his vision. If one wasn't careful they might think he was a Neko with a cat's face from the right angle.

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Character Portrait: Shame Eclipse Character Portrait: Gohan Naudeus Character Portrait: Thomas Character Portrait: Kaen Phokus Character Portrait: Ailbhe O'Neill Character Portrait: Jodhal Character Portrait: Headmaster Waylan Monstrum Character Portrait: Irus Psomas Character Portrait: Katherine Saintlewis
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ImageThomas sat inconspicuously in the sea of students utterly blending in with the intriguing shapes and colors of the various species of creatures there to attend. He appeared mostly human by comparison, with a small stature only a large pair of black cat ears evidence of his monstrosity. He hardly seemed monstrous regardless as he sat curled in his seat with his knees to his chest a gray cat nestled in his arms. The cat wasn't his. He hadn't even brought it from the last place he'd been staying. It had been wandering the school grounds playing among fallen leaves. After it had followed him through the halls during his tasks of confirming his arrival, turning in his luggage and consulting a map to find the auditorium itself Thomas thought it best to make sure no other student decided to eat it or something and held it during the Headmaster's speech.

Once the speech was over he went about searching for the first class he'd be attending. First class was sparring. Thomas was already regretting the choice as he made his way through the halls. He was not incredibly motivated to fight anyone. He would likely be the one to hide behind the stronger man in a group and shout insults at the enemy rather than fighting up front. Thomas sighed audibly at the prospect of dealing with fists flying at him and hugged the cat nestled in his arms his tail twitching agitatedly. He entered the classroom, giving off barely enough aura to be noticed as he slipped in and sat down towards the back closest to the wall. The gray cat mewled discontentedly and squirmed hopping out of Thomas's arms to escape the classroom without him, not comfortable with the idea of lingering in the other cat's territory. He was just a stray after all. Thomas let it leave without concern and slouched gloomily, sprawled across his desk looking far too comfortable there for the first day. His ears where level, mirroring his listlessness as he rest his chin on his arms crossed in front of him. The teacher seemed about as motivated as he was. Thomas peered at him, unimpressed until he noticed the cat taking ownership of his face in full view of the class. Thomas cocked his head slightly and watched the cat. Reading posture was like shaking a person's hand in the mind of a cat. Neither seemed aggressive nor playful so they appeared to ignore one another. Thomas was curious however, most cats didn't ignore him. It was a good sign that this teacher was a cat person regardless. Perhaps he'd go easy on him, Thomas smiled slightly at the thought and let his eyelids lower for a cat nap.

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Character Portrait: Shame Eclipse Character Portrait: Gohan Naudeus Character Portrait: Thomas Character Portrait: Kaen Phokus Character Portrait: Ailbhe O'Neill Character Portrait: Jodhal Character Portrait: Headmaster Waylan Monstrum Character Portrait: Irus Psomas Character Portrait: Katherine Saintlewis
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The three heads of Jodhal began to reconsider their choice in size. Standing outside the auditorium doors, too big to fit through, they argued mentally. Snapping at each other, hitting each other with their tails or trying to take control of the body. It wasn't until the 'leader' of the three, Dae, the middle head, stopped the fight somehow. As their conversations were all mentally, the argument could never be heard by others, but it seemed like the other two heads were sulking as the body shrunk down to the size a bit larger than a human. Finally, they could enter, only to realise that they had to sit on the door like any other dog due to seating problems.

Once the speech had ended and the strange students of unique shapes and sizes left the room, Jodhal followed. Thumping through the hallways until they had reached the room for their first class. Sparring. What kind of joke is this? Why would a being like Jodhal take part in some annoying sparring thing. And back during the speech, something about human guises, Jodhal would pass more like a dog than a damn human. No matter, there'll be a way somehow.

Suddenly, Jodac and Dae heard a crunching sound just as they decided to enter the room. The source, Vhal. The idiot of the three, somehow this head managed to grab a grey creature, crunching down on it as the furry tail was sucked into his throat. "Ahh, that was nice!" Vhal exclaimed as he licked his lips with enjoyment, oblivious the other stares of his 'brothers'. "Whatever, Dae, get in there." Jodac ordered, not caring at all about Vhal's idiocy. He just wanted an excuse to fall asleep...

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Shame Eclipse Character Portrait: Gohan Naudeus Character Portrait: Thomas Character Portrait: Kaen Phokus Character Portrait: Ailbhe O'Neill Character Portrait: Jodhal Character Portrait: Headmaster Waylan Monstrum Character Portrait: Irus Psomas Character Portrait: Katherine Saintlewis
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Shame walks into the school, slightly late on her first day. Her head lower than her shoulders as she trotted quickly down the halls. She barely made it to the speech as it was halfway over. She shifted into her human form so she could sit in an empty seat, her bangs hanging over her red eye that concealed her power. She paid no attention to the speech and just felt like all eyes were on her. Shame pulled up her hood so she felt more comfortable, slinking down in the seat. She knew this was going to be a bad year for her...

Shame was glad the speech was over with and jumped up, rushing to her first period class; sparring. She was excited. She loved sparring, even though she isn't very experienced. She could try, but she needed to handle her shadows that like to act on their own. She visualized herself sparring, shadow clones at her sides. She smiled at her thoughts. It wasn't a real smile. She hasn't smiled in years. She wondered if she ever will again. She sighed, making her way to the class. Once she entered, she made her way to the farthest seat in the class. She eyed the boy with the cat and narrowed her eyes at the cat as it moved to the warlock teacher. She let out a small growl; she hated cats. She took in a deep breath as her shadows gathered around her like a circle, resembling powder for the mere moment until someone passed the circle. She kept daydreaming, singing a song in her head as the theme song. She smiled and accidentally moved her bangs. The shadows shot up into the air and became a needle shape. Before she thought anyone saw, she quickly dragged her bangs back over her eye, the shadows fading away slowly. She sighs in relief, closing her eyes contently. This was going to be hard...

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Character Portrait: Gohan Naudeus Character Portrait: Thomas Character Portrait: Kaen Phokus Character Portrait: Ailbhe O'Neill Character Portrait: Jodhal Character Portrait: Headmaster Waylan Monstrum Character Portrait: Irus Psomas Character Portrait: Katherine Saintlewis
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Irus had always hated ceremonies, they dragged on for far too long and she thought they were pretty pointless herself since they could always hand out a pamphlet or something; Irus had found out that a pamphlet was a few months ago and didn't know why more people didn't use pamphlets and chose to drag out a welcoming in the mos exhausting way possible.

As the headmaster began to drone on and on about the asylum and it's rules, Irus picked one of her scales and looked into it. She wanted to see what this school year held. "Nothing interesting." She mumbled. Well, it could've been interesting if this wasn't so foggy. But it still looked liked a void of anything particularly abnormal would come this year, well as abnormal as a monster training facility could get.

Irus was glad that the headmaster had finally finished his speech. As soon as he was done Irus got up and slithered her way down the hall back into the comfort of her divination classroom.

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Character Portrait: Headmaster Waylan Monstrum Character Portrait: Gem Kenji Character Portrait: Xue Tokala Character Portrait: Strelok
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It was a sign of the situation at hand where experts in a field resorted to crude, dirty measures just to get by.

It is considered a sign of mental strength to continue in the face of dire circumstances with few resources at hand.

It should be evident, then, that the individual who spent his time wasting away at endeavours that seemed futile and foreboding, with little but his own experience and knowledge to pick out a path to success.

But ends must be met, and jobs need to be done. So it was with no fanfare, but with a dull creak that the Maintenance Technician of Monstrum Academy climbed another rung on a superficially rusty ladder up to the gantry that ran above the spacious sub-basement central hall. His goal was a small array of studs that jutted out from a protective pipe that covered a large array of power lines. The reason said power line was protected by a pipe the tube of which was an inch and a half thick, and wasn't embedded within the walls like a normal power lines was because the machine that this line fed power to was finicky as hell at the best of times, and the feedback safety blowout capacitors needed to be in an accessible location, all the while not disturbing the direction of the high-end superconductor fibres that ensured a near zero loss in joules per metre.

Normally fine precision in instrument output wouldn't be a concern when the machine in question operated with tolerances measured by the gigajoule of energy, but it would be a bit of a bad mark on his resumé if he left that particular machine to its own devices, chief reason being that the end result would spell doom for the world.

On reflection, Strelok mused that this was one of the occasions where saying that phrase was not an exaggeration.

Thus, just like he recognized that he had a duty to protect the world from the Zone, he had a job and a duty to make certain that all machines in this sub-basement were functional and operational to a professionally acceptable standard.

And that's why he undid a catch, opened a hatch, unplugged a capacitor and promptly began whacking the component with a heavy wrench to diffuse the residual electrical charge.

The reason that he wasn't fried alive in the process of this was because he wasn't human anymore. The Zone's influence had warped his body, made him operate in ways conventionally physically impossible. As such, the capacitor which held seven point three one megajoules of energy discharged into his bare hand, and Strelok felt vaguely more awake, and slightly happier about life in general.

Humming a five-note tune normally played on his guitar, he began his inspection of the capacitor in his hand. The descriptive term was in truth a little misleading, because the device in question was actually a housing and a wiring array for a large number of capacitor devices. The frame and mount of the cylindrical device looked fine, and with an unscrewing of a few fasteners he took off the heavy inconductive casing. The internal structure best resembled an exaggerated toilet-cleaner, with a singular power distribution relay going up through the center and a large number of small capacitors (the actual component this time) were mounted on small copper coils. The fact that they induced a springlike action was complete coincidence.

The fact that he couldn't resist giving one of them a small poke and to watch the thing bob back and forth was a coincidence too. Your lies on the subject will not be heard.

Anyway, with that brief moment of puerile entertainment over he went properly about the inspection of the device. There was a distinct lack of a smell of fish strong enough to get a blind lesbian hot and bothered, so none of the capacitor components were burst yet. The utilization of cement as the resistant material for the electrical charge to be stored within was a fairly standard practice for the higher-end components. As a result, the device was of good quality, good integrity and would last for years yet, even if half of its capacitors were blown.

The malfunctioning part, however, was the top component. The energy diffusion device, which span a cooling system which was the bleed-off for excess power, stuck on a tiny stone of all things.

The man then felt a tingle on his senses, like wind across a fishing line. It was another gift of the Zone, an extrasensory perception which saved his life many times, and would save his life again. He looked up and saw one of the mutant Rats; supercharged with the energies emmitted by the machine which this power line fed and thus boosted to bigger, stronger, faster, meaner, smarter and deadlier than a normal rat.

With a quick gesture, Strelok stabbed the thing through the mouth. The animal did not budge, a surprisingly meaty specimen that it was, until he pulled his knife out of the thing. He then realized the animal was stick in the tiny drain-pipe within the wall that the gantry hugged. With the device in his hand, Strelok simply whacked the top part with his wrench and dusted it off with a rag. A quick test with an ammeter determined the device was functioning properly. Yes, sometimes that was all that was wrong with the machines in the sub-basement where he worked. Not often was it so simple. He learned to enjoy these days.

He replaced the casing of the capacitor device, put it back into its hole and screwed it in until the thing started buzzing with electrical current under his hand. Closing that hatch and sealing the latch, and then climbing back down the ladder, and the man was back down to the main level. A short walk later and he was at a staircase. A fairly lengthy ascent later, and he was back in the main floor of the Academy where he worked.

He was already composing in his head the report he would file to Headmaster Monstrum. Or as he liked to privately call him, Bigheadmastuh Shanayway. It wasn't like the other man didn't secretly call him names too. Or not so secretly in the rare times they decided to drink together. Calling each other names and drinking was all well and good for relations, but in the end he was employee and he was his boss. No reason to not be friends, but still.

Strelok was apparently so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the next tingle across his senses, or hear the clack of a student's shoes on the tile floor coming around a corner. As a result, he walked out from the X-junction and blindsided a misfortunate student, walking straight into them and bodily knocking them off their feet.

A head-tilting array of curses were poised on the tip of his tongue, but instead he kept things simple.

"Are you alright, boy?" he asked, concern in his stance and posture. The student nodded in response, eyes avoiding him. Strelok extended his hand and helped the boy up. The student looked left and right, here and there on the floor.

"Are you looking for glasses?" he asked. The student nodded, still looking. "What is your name?"

"Gem." the boy said, still looking.... or striving to not meet his eye? Strange, but not any of Strelok's business. The man looked and found them eventually, picking them up and handing them to the student.

"Are you new here? I don't remember seeing you around." Strelok said, but anyone half-decent at social conversation could have seen it was just him asking that for the sake of asking that. Hearing a door at the end of the hallway open, he turned his head before the student - Gem - could answer.

He spied another student heading their way. A white-haired one. "You!" Strelok called out, waving him over. And apparently his voice and size - and he suspected the weapons and tools he carried openly - gave him authority without recognition of office, because the student promptly double-timed it over.

"You two head to the nurse's office if you feel like you're about to collapse. If not, keep on doing whatever you were doing." Strelok began, then decided the school-standard spiel wasn't necessary. "I'm a maintenance technician among the staff. If all goes well you won't ever see me in action. Here, take these." he said and passed them two Bandit-standard - and generally that meant rusted and beaten-up and uncared for, but Strelok had better principles than that, and as such these weapons were clean and well functional - Makarov PM pistols, along with a sneaky little trick that he invented specifically for occasions like this.

The mind was by no means an easy thing to manipulate. But Strelok, through the gifts of the Zone, could implant a prompt in things. A subconscious command, activated by a specific set of circumstances. Sort of like what hypnotism was cracked up to be, except this actually worked.

Be calm. You have a means to defend yourself. And it was activated by the holding of the weapons he handed them.

He figured it was enough to keep them from asking questions. And wow, he was really behind on time now. He gave a nod to both of them and promptly walked off without hearing their cries to him. He really had better things to do, now that was over.

And no, it's completely normal for him to hand out guns to schoolchildren. Why do you ask?

Strelok gave a wry smirk to his conscience. Because he was wearing his mask, nobody saw the gesture. And so he carried on, planning again to compose his report on the sub-basement system and what was wrong with the . Not that the report would actually immediately get back to the Headmaster, no, it was first parsed and filtered by whoever handled the papers he put into the mailboxes around the academy.

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Character Portrait: Remi Cumulus Character Portrait: Headmaster Waylan Monstrum
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Remi Cumulus

The young Ala stepped out of the auditorium, hand running along the wall, still in complete awe of the feeling of everything around her. How smooth skin was, the way the seats made her butt hurt, how her feet could feel the small hole developing in the bottom of her shoe... She loved every second of it.

Although she truly wished to be around humans instead of these beasts, finding them far more fascinating, she knew that this had to be a means to an end. In her current state, the body she had acquired look far from average by human standard. Her draconic wings folded neatly on her back, but as they rose higher than her shoulders they still stuck out like soar thumbs. The cloak over her head looked odd and misshapen with uneven horns hidden beneath it, and her one good eyes was an intense gold that could even pick out a dust ball moving around in the air conditioning at the end of the hall, even if she couldn't quite tell you how far it was away.

As her fingers began to play with her braid and feel the softness of her own hair, she finally found her classroom, sliding in and taking a seat. She had barely enough time to take in her surroundings before a voice came over the intercom, asking for something about a "student council". When investigating human schools in the past, she had heard of these organizations, where students went to make big decisions for the school. On one hand, it seemed kind of boring, but on the other, it did seem like a normal human thing to do. So she stood up, waving at the teacher for his attention.

"Hey, sir! I'm going to check out the student council!" she informed him loudly. Half way out the door, she remembered that thing called 'attendance.' "Oh yeah! And I'm Remi Cumulus! Mark me down, okay?" with that, she stepped out to make her way to the office....

Which she had no idea the location of. Awkwardly looking around, she picked a direction and started walking towards it. She'd been drifting the whole earth for centuries now and she'd seen just about everything twice, and this school was way smaller. Eventually she would cover everything and make it there. With out much of a sense of urgency, yet still moving quickly with pent up energy and excitement, she began on a quest...

In the wrong direction, of course.

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Character Portrait: Sen Jumin Character Portrait: Headmaster Waylan Monstrum
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Sen didn't want to be at the Monstrum Asylum. He wanted out, but out was not an option. Sadly after much arguing with his father he was forced to attend with the threat of not ever becoming Prince if he didn't attend. And so, Sen stood outside the establishment, arms crossed, glaring at the tall, intimidating building, being a sook as usual. He paced back and forth, not even entering the building yet, trying to put it off as long as possible, not caring about the orientation or the important information the headmaster might be sharing.

With an irritated sigh he finally entered the school. He certainly didn't look very approachable compared to how he was back home. He usually had a bit of a smug look about him, grinning as if he knew something he shouldn't. Once he entered he had just made it in time to hear the Headmaster tell the students to meet at his office in an hour if they wanted to be part of the student council. Part of it? Sen would much rather lead it. He thought this would be a great opportunity to test his future Prince ordering around skills on whoever decided to join the council. And most likely the rest of the student body.

Sen was too impatient to wait an hour though. "Screw that I'm heading there now." He muttered to himself. Before leaving he got a quick judging look at the students present, his expression turned dull and unimpressed. "I hate this place." Being over dramatic as usual, he left the doorway of the room and headed for the Headmaster's office.

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Character Portrait: Imdius Character Portrait: Headmaster Waylan Monstrum
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As the headmaster, Monstrum, continued his pondering at his own desk, waiting for the aspiring student council members to make their not-so-calm appearance, his lonely presence was suddenly disturbed by the appearance of a new one. Imdius. Suddenly appearing in one of the chairs in front of Monstrum's desk, already chilled and comfortable as one leg rested across the other's knee. His body slouched back with one arm hanging over the chair, the other holding a flame, lit from the end of his finger, towards a cigarette which was held in his mouth. The bright red waistcoat, black and white striped open collared shirt and reddish trousers conflicted heavily with the colours of the chair.

With a couple puffs of the cigarette, smoke already gushing out of his mouth. His hand, shaped like a gun, was held up to his mouth, allowing him to blow the flame out with a smile as he looked towards Monstrum.
"So. What's got you so down?" Imdius questioned with all his swagger, taking a few more puffs before continuing, "You look like you shit yourself after eating too much Tacobell. Y'sure there weren't any razorblades in them?" He laughed, his own joke may not be amusing to others, but it was amusing to him, even his own laugh gave off the massive swag levels in his persona.

"You should be more happy, especially meeting your new student council!" Imdius stated, his arms raised in the air as he cheered a little before lowering them back to their original position.

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Kaen Phokus



As Kaen stood up and stretched his back, several students inquired about the student council registrations. He sighed and wrote all their names down so before sending them all off on their own. Hopefully the elections wouldn't be too much of a competition this year. He put the note in his desk then rapped on his desk to get everyone's attention.

"Alright class! As your first class of your year here at Monstrum's, I would like to gladly welcome you all to the school. As such I am to go over some rules for this class with you. Now this is the Combat Sparring class, which means we will be fighting each other in between training courses, but you will all follow my instruction and keep it civil in the ring. No deaths here, but if there is an accident I will take care of it. Respect is another rule in here, but if you have to fight out an argument you are more than welcome to have me supervise a private match. Lastly, Magic is a separate class which I teach in the night classes, so expect more physical combat in here. If I see anyone cheat in here using magic you will be punished on the spot without warning."

Kaen pointed now at the chalk board, where his name was written and underlined. "I am Kaen Phokus, but you will call me teacher, sensei, or god if you prefer. We will all be learning together so make sure to pick up each other's names while we are here. If you will all follow me into the sparring room I will show you our equipment."

Walking through a large painting on the opposite wall as the door, Kaen led the students into a much larger room with sparring gear and pads lining the walls, mats covering all available floor space and a circular ring in the middle of the room where the sparring was to take place. "In here is where all the physical activity will be. If none of you want your school clothes to get messy there is another door on the far side of the room with showers and lockers. Quick side note, if anything gets stolen in here I know exactly how to find it so don't bother with the extra punishment... unless you like that sort of thing."

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Once the class had seemingly settled down and the tutor because talking, Amelia gave a heavy sigh, wondering just how many more years of dull education she'd have to repeat over and over again. Being around the age of 18 when she was bitten meant Amelia has already sat through countless repeat years of highschool, and Monstrum - though it had it's quirks - didn't seem to be quite different.

Amelia considered getting up and leaving the room, it seemed a good handful of students already had, possibly with the same motive as her; boredom. Sparring wasn't much use to Amelia anyway, she already knew how to attack and how to defend, fighting for a meal was all she ever really did, of course she did have a few hobbies such as reading, but 152 years had given her plenty of time to finish reading an entire library or two, so now most books seemed rather dull to her.

As the teacher lead the class through to a separate room, Amelia paused by her desk for a moment as she fought within her mind on whether she should use now as an excuse to leave or not, but she only had a brief moment to think as the classroom was emptying through the portrait rather quickly - "Bother.." she bit her lip and sighed, following the other through the painting and into the apparent 'physical activity' room.



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Being one of the only secretaries at Monstrum, and also being the main Librarian, Aiko was forced to sit alongside the other teachers and facility staff as the headmaster gave his welcoming speech which Aiko had heard oh so many times before - infact she could even repeat it word for word if she wanted to, though luckily for the sake of anyone who didn't want a word-for-word repeat of the headmaster's speech, Aiko didn't talk much.

As soon as the assembly was over, Aiko darted her way back to the main office just outside of the Headmaster's, and sat at the desk she had proudly claimed hers after having proven to be a worthy secretary of the leading head Monstrum himself. Aiko sat and waited silently at her desk, her porcelain fingers making a dangerous sound as the tapped against the keyboard keys of the computer she'd been provided in order to sort all of the needed files so Mr.Monstrum knew where to find them. Mr.Monstrum was a very busy man, running a school was difficult, especially when the students were all non-human beings with special needs to be taken care of.

Aiko had just finished typing up the names of all the students who required 'fresh meat' for their meals when the arrival of the Headmaster made her jump. Aiko quickly scurried from her seat and stood by the office door to bow in greeting and see if the Headmaster required anything of her, though strangely he didn't say a word and simply strode through to his office, Aiko too returning to her post at the desk. She heard the Headmaster's phone buzz within his pocket, and from the corner of her eye she'd seen him jump visibly, clearly he was on-edge over something, Aiko assumed it was down to it being a new year with more and newer student joining, meaning lots of work to be doing. Aiko gave a soft sigh, slouching back in her seat slightly for a moment as she looked over her checklist of forms and other such things to complete before the first week of the year is over, lessons and accommodation had been sorted, but there were still various other necessities that had yet to be completed.

The familiar crackle of the intercom which sounded just before whatever the Headmaster was going to say told her that he'd already been thinking about the workload too, "Would anyone interested in taking part in the student council report to my office in half an hour?" the Headmaster said over the intercom, leaving it at that. The student council! Of course! How could Aiko have forgotten the Headmaster's plans for forming a student council? Quickly, Aiko jumped up from her seat and hurried to the Headmaster's door, giving it a quick tap of her knuckles before entering.

"M-Mr. Monstrum, I..!" the girl sputtered out, but was cut short when she noticed another presence in the room- Imdius, the science teacher, "M-my apologies.." she mumbled in embarrassment, giving a bow of respect before backing out of the room and closing the office door behind her, stopping outside the door for a moment to take a deep breath to calm herself, "Student council.." she mumbled to herself, heading back to her desk to frantically look for an empty register and a few other things she could set up for the student council members-to-be could sign.

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To her surprise, the Headmaster called her back into the office just as she was halfway out the door. Aiko nodded sheepishly and re-entered the room, only then did she notice that the janitor, Strelok, was also in the room alongside Imdius. In all honesty, the two scared her quite a bit, Imdius' overall menacing looks and the fact that Aiko hadn't ever seen Strelok's face was enough to give her the chills each time she saw either of them. Regardless, she stood obediently by the desk and awaited her orders, shaking her head shortly to politely decline the drink poured out for her, unable to take in any form of substance due to her internal anatomy, or therefor lack of - Aiko's porcelain shell contained nothing but her soul, not even an exit point, so if she was to drink the liquid the only way out would be back through her mouth again.

Once the Headmaster had finished speaking with the janitor, it seemed to be Aiko's turn to receive instructions. The doll's porcelain frame couldn't help but flinch as her shoulders were touched, but the warm smile from the Headmaster that followed seemed to put her somewhat at ease, at least for the time it took for the Headmaster to explain what he wanted of her. Aiko gave a nod to show her understanding and once again jumped quite visibly as she felt a kiss land upon her cold, glossy cheek. In response Aiko mumbled something almost inaudible which sounded along the lines of "Yes Sir", her eyes flickering back and forth from the floor to the Headmaster, not wanting to seem rude but unable to hold eye-contact for long after what seemed like such an intimate act (to her). If she could blush, she would have, but her body movement quite obviously showed her embarrassment just as well as any discolouring of the cheeks could.

Aiko was released from her squirming as the Headmaster turned around to then address Imdius, her relief was obvious by the fact that she'd stopped shaking and could actually form proper sentences again. The doll turned on her heel to face Strelok, "Would you mind uhm.. taking me to the sub basement? W-when you have time, of course.." her voice still hadn't recovered from the stumbling and mumbling, but her tone was usually quiet anyway.

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"What do you need, Imdius? Any issues today? Something causing your skin to crawl?" The words from the headmaster were slightly offensive to the egotistical demon, there's no way his skin would ever crawl.
"PAH!" Imdius replied, "Like fuck would my skin be crawling, I'm just bored and you look like you're shitting razorblades." He laughed once more as he caught the shot glass as it moved across the desk, nodding as a sign of thanks as he took another puff on his cigarette before holding the shot glass up with the headmaster.

"I don't remember who we're protecting anymore. Humanity from our kind, or our kind from humanity. Be that as it may... I toast, to another year of disappointment, stress, and saving the world." The headmaster stated before taking his shot, the rest of the people in the room quickly followed. Imdius gave off a large sigh of relief as he lowered the glass back to the desk. "Damn, this shit's good." He called out as he noticed he was the only one sitting down. This caused him to quickly stand, just to fit in, taking more puffs on his cigarette as he did so. One hand was pushed into his pocket as his whole body was leaning backwards and to the side slightly, redefining swag in the most natural way possible.
After basking in his whole glory, Imdius was pulled back to reality by the headmaster as he turned to give his order;
"Now... Imdius... can I trust you to look over the student council? The children will be arriving any minute, and as such I need you to help me choose the best candidates. We need three positions filled. Can you handle that?"
"Pfft. Of course I can do that. Gives me something to do after all, I need more little shits to insult." Again, he laughed at his own words...

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Strelok didn't ask questions. He never did. It was because, frankly speaking, he didn't care about the whys and wherefores. Come hell or high water; a larger, uglier version of the bastard child Randy or the end of the world, he would do his job the same way he always did - the way that worked. So really, unicorns and a displacer beast didn't phase him in the slightest. He'd just take a helicopter to what remained of the Schwarzwald at some point and capture three of the most endangered and dangerous magical creatures so jealously guarded by the elves of the area. A shame they'd be hostile to him, too; they made the most fantastic bratwürst and beer. If only he could ignore that small detail where they ate humans which were killed upon going too deep into their woods.

His reply to his employer was short and curt as was the nature of discussions of the Business. It was written in the contract, after all, that only the Headmaster was permitted to divulge any details of the sub-basement complex. Strelok read that as 'don't speak to others of what you work on'. Which was a thing he'd do gladly. Trade Secrets and all that were to be kept.

"Nothing is amiss down there. I'll get on it." Six words and he turned before the man had finished drinking down his refined fermented potato juice of calmness.

His old friend and boss Waylan was tall, jaded as balls and drinking to drown his sorrows. Tuesday five-oclock as usual, it seemed. He had yet to teach the man - Or was he God? Beast King? Magician? Jewish mysticist? He never worried anymore - about the drinking ways of the hill-folk, and it seemed like he never had the time to. Too bad, so sad. Not his problem to deal with right now.

He gave a nod to the Headmaster, recognizing the pregnant nature of the minute and deigning to leave, as student-related things he loathed with a passion. He turned, the not so well known member - well, to him anyway - among the staff by name of Imdius falling into his field of view for a second. The redhead was rude and brash, as those of the hair color were wont to be. Not Strelok's business, so he didn't care.

Upon the completion of his turn, he turned his masked head to look at the other figure in the office who had asked him a question, the one much more known and affectionately remembered by him. Aiko the Doll, secretary and general paperwork warrior that he shunted off all of his reports to Waylan to.

When she finished her nervous question, though, Strelok got even leerier than he usually did. Gesturing her forward outside the headmaster's office with a tilt of his head, he walked out the doors, leaned to close them behind her and then fixed her with a worried stare. Not that she could tell, as his face was masked, but the gesture was there. For his peace of mind rather than her own, but still.

"Aiko, what's this? Why do you want to know of my workspace so readily?" he asked of her. Of course, he couldn't actually bring her down to the deep parts. But the man tried to keep the working friendliness up, for courtesy's sake if nothing else.

She mumbled something. Strelok had to strain to hear it over the sound of the school's bell alert system ringing. She started again, telling him about something along the lines of "want to know more about my colleagues". Strelok put a hand to his mask and behind it he discreetly rubbed his face against the edgy plastic interior.

Truth was, he wasn't going to show her to the sub-basement. Not the true depths of it where the lights often failed, water leaked, anomalies arose and mutants prowled...

Not for the first time, Strelok was thankful for this mask which concealed his face. It hid the dead-eyed stare that crept up onto his face at that moment in time, it might have unnerved even the porcelain secretary. It wasn't like the whole thing was unsanctioned, though; if Walyan had something to say against it, he probably would have said it. To call him a sharp operator would be a gross understatement - Strelok had never seen the man falter, in either battle or business. In fact, Strelok indeed personally believed that Waylan Monstrum was one of the last remaining pillars of the old world.

"Aiko." he began. "The underground complex is restricted to the majority of staff and students alike. Do you mean to tell me our boss-" he gave a jerk to the direction of the office, where something loud made a noise. "Hasn't told you of the things our workplace holds?"

Her shy shaking of the head answered in the negative. Strelok gave a sigh, before taking on a cheery attitude.

"Very well. I can't show you anything more than the first level where I sleep and keep my gear, but I'll take you down."

Strelok gave a nod, turning on his heel and walking out the office blocks, and to the tower's elevator before pressing the ground floor button and leaning against the wall. While the elevator went down - and Strelok had the nagging suspicion that Aiko was looking at him the entire time - he was gazing in the direction of the screws holding the roof mounting together, as if looking through them to see the elevator's mechanisms above to see whether or not they needed maintenance. To that, he sincerely hoped not. He replaced the damn things only two years ago - the certification on them was for four times that number, and the warranty guaranteed at least twelve years of operation. Then again, perhaps extra preventative maintenance on them was what he deserved for purchasing the things out of Helsinki & Son Smeltries instead of Ügenbörst-Halvella Foundryworks.

He had put his contacts he acquired over the years to good use. Granted, it might be a little petty to call in life debts for something as small as precision-machine fastenings or elevator cables or titanium powerline protective coverings, but Strelok maintained the notion that it was all worth it.

A short, silent walk out of the elevator of their boss's Tower and into the main building, then down through one of the hatch doors. Now, when you come up against these things, it's often good to recognize them on sight, and have the strength of an ox to lift the things. Six feet by two and a half, set into the ground, had to be lifted vertically. The two went down the hatch and the ladder with little fuss, Strelok closing it with a boom above them and re-locking the blood seal on it with a little of his own. These monsters weren't the piddly staircases leading to the underground storage rooms that the majority of the facility's basements were.

In truth, each tunnel that wasn't an emergency elevator to the places above would all converge to one walkway in an attempt to choke whatever might be coming up out of the underground complex. A side-room from this walkway led them through another, smaller, tunnel which lit up at Strelok's activation of a light switch and showed a few side-rooms.

"This is my equipment room. Stay out or some of it might activate on you." Strelok commented as he opened one of the smaller, lighter doors on the left and gave Aiko enough time to peer confusedly at shelves and shelves and shelves' worth of tools and equipment, as well as workbenches of the wooden, metal and welding variety, as well as a lathe, milling machine, bandsaw and table saw and guillotine before closing and stepping forward and along, forcing Aiko to step away from him and go down along the hallway. She looked confused.

"This is my weapons room. Same deal. And I know if some of it goes missing." Strelok said, giving much the same deal with the room - allowing a brief glimpse of it before shutting the door and moving forward. She appeared to be as confused by that as she was with the previous.

Next room was where he relaxed, lived and slept when not on duty. Before he could open the door, though, a very light pressure fell on his shoulder. In earlier years he would have reflexively flinched, drawn his knife and tried to cut off the fingers of whoever it was that tried. Nowadays he just glanced up in surprise.

Aiko was holding his shoulder. And she wasn't able to go tomato red, but she certainly went through the facial expressions for it.

"Strelok..." And after all these years, his name still sounded weird being spoken by her, "I do not believe you should keep me from our Headmaster's request any longer."

"What request would that be?" Strelok asked, suspicious of the Japanese doll.

"I was ordered to the vault. I am sure you know which one. I cannot tell you the reason behind my going there." she stated in a way that would have seemed emotionless and abrupt, but Strelok knew this was her equivalent of speaking a million words a minute and at a high-pitched tone of embarrassment.

It was then that Strelok knew he had misheard orders from his boss.

He shut his mouth with a near inaudible click of his teeth, closed the door and indicated for her to follow him. The door at the end of the hall had nine keypads on it. Strelok pressed out a combination across all of them with the fast pace of long practice. Eventually, the - wooden - door opened.

Directly behind the wooden door was a haphazard - if devastatingly effective - device consisting of an automated anti-tank cannon on a gimballed mount aiming directly at the door. It was because he entered the code correctly that he was not blown to pieces. Spelled in tape on the gunmetal grey shield of the cannon - the part that was curved, facing forwards, generally deflecting shrapnel and small arms fire - were the words "DON'T JUST STAND THERE, COME IN".

Strelok led Aiko through the doorway and around the cannon. Past it was yet another door, which led into yet another - if smaller - hallway. He led her to the third entryway on the left, keying in a code which opened the sturdy blast door, leading directly into the vault that Walyan ordered both of them to go to. Or rather, the "vault".

The maintenance technician nodded, closing the door behind the doll and heading back. An echoing snarl from around the corner told Strelok that the mutants were due another culling.

Some time later, the secretary emerged from the sub-basement tunnels, without Strelok. Nobody worried, though. He'd come up when he was done.

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There was always one student who questioned the value of the sparring class. This year it just so happened to be the headmaster's boy, bringing an evil grin to Kaen's face. He gestured to the ring and watched as many of the students made a path for Randal to move through.

"Be the first to enter the ring and find out." The ring itself was enchanted by Karen to erase any and all fatal damage that is done inside the ring. If (and when) someone would die in the ring they are knocked out instead, but with the full appearance of harm. Pain was still present and minor wounds wouldn't be stopped, but that was all part of the fun.

As Randal entered the ring Kaen tossed him a school training sword then held one sword up for the class to see. Anyone want to challenge him to a friendly brawl? The winner of this match gets 1 Silver star and a free magica act from yours truely."

He made the same offer every year he has been a teacher, and helping the winner was always fun. Last year the student saved her act until hallows eve and asked Kaen to conjure up a party, which in the end shut out that nights dance. Monstrum wasn't happy with that but got over it shortly after.

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Shame looked over from the boy to the warlock. She saw a student enter the ring and smiled. She rose her hand as markings appeared on her skin. "I will challenge Randel to a brawl..." She stood from her seat and walked over to the warlock and held out her hand as he set the sword in her hand.

She gripped it tightly, closing her red eye as she entered the ring. She could smell his aura, which only made her smile, her canines poking over her lips. She pulled her hair up in a high ponytail, leaving down her bangs and got into a stance, her feet promptly side by side, both hands on the sword and faced her opponent.

She hopes that the sand and flames don't go out of control...

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The boredom she suffered within the class was proving to take it's toll on Amelia, she stood at the back of the crowd watching and listening silently as the teacher picked out the necromancer, and asked the class for an opponent. The shady-looking girl bravely stepped up to the challenge, and that's where Amelia lost interest. It clearly wasn't going to be a fair fight. In the cover of the hype from the other students, Amelia slipped into the shadows and made her exit, putting her parasol up once she was outside the class and roaming the halls to block the suns rays from her delicate skin.

The hallways were just as boring as the sparring classroom, lined with antiques and classic paintings - Amelia had seen such decor many, many times before coming to Monstrum. Regardless, she just kept walking and walking until she'd eventually come across the dormitory block, to which she entered in order to look around and find her assigned dorm room. Amelia took the key given to her at the front desk from her pocket and fitted it into the lock, turned the key and went inside, slamming the door behind her with a heavily sigh as she put down her parasol and grabbed the nearest sheet she could find, stringing it up over the windows to give her some shade before she sank back onto her chosen bed and closed her eyes, hoping to sleep until nightfall.





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Once out of the basement, clutching the two requested items tightly to her chest though making very sure not to damage or even scuff them as she scurried down the hallways and back to the office area. As she made her way back, Aiko passed a considerable amount of students which all seemed to be heading to the office, the thought of so many students heading that way made her somewhat nervous - but then she remembered that the demon science teacher, Imdius was put in charge of the student council, and so her worries were eased a little.

Yet still, she wanted to help however she could, which meant putting the items down for a mere moment so she could set up a blank sign-in sheet labelled 'Student Council Members, Sign Here' and placed it down on the front desk, making sure it was visible to anyone entering before picking the items back up again and giving a small knock on the Headmaster's door before entering, "I found the items, Sir" she hurries over to the desk and carefully places each item down, stepping back and resting her arms behind her back with a polite posture as she waited for feedback.

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Xue remained quiet as Gem explained another of the various sides to human ways; why did they always have to overcomplicate things for no apparent reason? "I was raised as a human, human culture is second nature to me, if ever you have questions feel free to talk to me about it, alright? I'd be happy to explain anything." He heard Gem offer, and gave a slight nod, a toy bit distracted by the constant scent fluxes of the Ghoul, before suddenly another wave of scent met his nose - alongside the other scents he recognized was the scent of death, but different from the Ghoul scent - it lacked any blood.

Even corpses had the scent of blood, though it turned heavy and bitter; this had no scent of blood at all, just the scent of death. Xue slowed and stopped, noticing the sign above the door; Headmaster's Office. And the scent of death was coming from this room. A faint growl rumbled in his throat. "Just how many of the student body are dead?! It's ridiculous." Xue huffed, and then felt the air directly around him drop in temperature, causing the air to shiver as cold met warm. He instantly withdrew into himself, expression going blank and cutting off his musings, deciding he must see what this scent was.

In one quick motion he opened the door, remaining standing still for a moment as he judged his surroundings, taking in the several people in the office including the man, Strelok Xue thought he had said, a red-headed man, a young girl who was the source of the scent of death, another boy with the scent of charcoal and poison, and who he supposed to be the Headmaster.

Xue narrowed his eyes as he took a glance around, and then sidled over to the side of the door a bit both to let Gem pass him and stay close to the wall, observing the strangers with sharp teal eyes.

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Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Character Portrait: Sen Jumin Character Portrait: Brienne Showalter Character Portrait: Aiko "The Doll" Nozaki Character Portrait: Imdius Character Portrait: Rook/Valda Sertogas Character Portrait: Headmaster Waylan Monstrum Character Portrait: Gem Kenji Character Portrait: Xue Tokala Character Portrait: Strelok
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Sen had to admit, the Harpy's little sneeze was quite, cute. Usually the Demon was one to be quite flirtatious with all species and genders. It was more of a game to him than actual attraction or love. If he wanted to sleep with someone he had to be attracted to them though, he himself being quite vain only allowed the best looking to lay a hand on him in that way. But at the moment, he was still trying to get over the fact he was at the school in the first place. Being a bit of a whiny baby would surely annoy someone eventually enough to kick his ass. "Brienne and Beau." Sen muttered to himself, making a mental note of the two females name.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes at what seemed to be the Botanist teacher's remark on how great her class would be. We'll see. He thought to himself. Well at least he now knew he was right about Beau being a teacher. Despite her quite laid back attitude he could sense that authority vibe she probably unintentionally gave off. Maybe that was just her height again? Nonetheless he continued down the hallway, looking at the signs and navigating his way around.

Until the Harpy could be heard calling out from behind him, followed by another gust of wind, messing up his hair once again. His face turned sour and it was clear he was annoyed. Letting out an irritated sigh, he fixed up his hair once more, and turned slightly to look at the Harpy. God she was so dopey he thought. The teacher had already left for her question to reach her and now he was stuck with her. "Alright alright, just enough with your flapping if possible. You keep messing up my hair." At this point, Sen was too bothered to be mean to the Harpy, exhausted perhaps? When they get to the office, his energy will be back up again.



He walked silently, slightly glancing down at the Harpy from time to time but that was about it. The Demon was concentrating on the signs and how to get to the Headmaster's office. He was growing more annoyed however as he noticed he had passed a certain classroom twice already. He could already imagine the Harpy suggesting they ask someone for directions which he'd reply with I'd rather claw my eyes out. However, surprisingly he was lucky enough to overhear a conversation between to male's; all he heard was something to do with the council or something relevant. And so his brilliant plan was to follow them, and so he did. "Ha ha! That wasn't so hard, if you stick with me you'll never get lost-" He cut himself short from bragging as he realised he pretty much told Brienne that she could hang around him? Or at least that's how he saw it. He just shut up completely, cocky smile fading, and kept looking forward.

The two stopped at a door, one of them quickly opened it and everyone was inside. "Damn, three people here before me." Sen cursed to himself. He wanted to be the first but he wouldn't have made it in the first place is it weren't for the two other students.

Sen felt a bit uneasy as he could already sense the mixed species and the vibes they gave off. Their aura's were all different and he had never been in an environment like this before. The other Demon in the room caught his attention first is it was something he was used to being around. Sen wondered if perhaps this Demon would remember him or know of his status. Hopefully he would, it would be nice to get some royal treatment after being without it for roughly twenty minutes. "I just wanted to start off by saying that I think I would be the best option to lead the student council." It was far too quiet for his liking, everyone was just staring at one another, being weird and stuff. Besides, he wanted everyone to know how confident he was. Sen was getting a bit excited now, he was pretty pumped about the student council idea and there were a lot of attractive faces in the room, even more fun.

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Running a little behind after being distracted by a squirrel, Jodhal ran through the hallways. The two heads, Jodac and Dae, argued with each other about going in the wrong direction as they did so. Vhal, on the other hand, was too occupied with the dead squirrel held in his mouth.
Finally, they had made it, the doorway labelled 'headmaster' was in their sights. Hopefully they weren't too late. Believing they had no time, Jodhal ran straight through the door, bursting into the room, skidding to a stop perfectly in line with the other students. "We're here for the student council sign up thingy!" Dae stated, not realising that it hadn't even started yet. "Oh, cool we made it." he smiled with realization.




Finally, the aspiring council members has appeared, and what a variety there was. All of them ranged in morphologies from a harpy to a demon, this could lead on to an amazing student council. If they all had the ability to do it. The worst case scenario would include all of them being incompetent fools, which could be a high possibility when it came to Imdius' consideration. Sadly, there were more than three, which would make this even more annoying, Imdius happily agreed to this because he thought it would be a simple job to do, after all, who would want to be in the student council? Apparently these guys...

Wait. Imdius thought as his mind fell back to think about the narration some more. Demon? Looking straight over towards the source of the demonic energy, Imdius instantly recognised the familiar figure. Sen Jumin... A sudden smile spread across his mischievous face as the demon prince heir made his egotistical statement. Ahh! What an amazing time to be a teacher! I was gonna give up teaching and go start world war three by convincing Putin to press the big red button! But that can wait! This little shit is here! How amazing! As a teacher, I can order this little shit around, I can scold the bastard if he starts acting like a dick! As Imdius was thinking all of this, he was already moving quickly through the room, seemingly dancing as random objects came into appearance around him. A desk, computer, phone, it was as if he was making plans and working on some kind of administration in such speed, typing away faster than anyone could, talking on the phone in some sped up voice. I'll have to put Putin on hold. Oh, but I don't want to loose such a great customer, I want him to summon me again. I'll just tell him to collect the seven dragonballs and wish for immortality in case it takes too long. That'll do! Oh, but I wanted to go back to hell to see my wife and three kids, it's been such a while... Imdius continued thinking to himself as he played with the strange floating equipment.
Suddenly, he stopped. The equipment quickly disappeared into a puff of smoke which mixed in with the smoke from Imdius' cigarette as he continued smoking away. "Wait, I don't even have a wife and three kids... He spoke out loud, not realizing it as his mind came back to reality, his smile returning to his face, this act threw Imdius into some strange pose; Leaning back on nothing, fingers pressed against his forehead as his other hand cupped around his elbow. Everyone could even see the SFX 'COOL MODE ACTIVATE' appear over his head as a small giggle was emitted.

"Now now, little boy. That kind of attitude is not that attitude of a successful leader. After all, we need to take all participants into consideration; I am Imdius! PhD in whatever-the-fuck-I-want. I'll be in charge of the student council and your science teacher."